They say the only things ever remembered are the things you wrote. Your good and bad moments are what defines you, what makes you who you are. What if what was ever written was the only to key to survival. You awoke and you forgot everything you ever knew about anything. The only thing left is the journal you wrote everything in. Will a taste of your past memories be enough to shape you into surviving, or will it make you into something you never imagined?
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The second part to my dream journal.
Capturing the dreams I have
Trigger warning; some dreams are graphic, traumatic or mature.
*none of these are real life scenarios, these are all my real dreams*